Elles [English translation]

These old and tired clichés

in twopenny tunes...

Do we have to add more rhymes

to these millions of poems,

frankly speaking?

This is nothing new,

I know.

Repeated a thousand times over,

alright.

We have had enough of these stories,

though every one of us got lost in one of them.

Now once people and pointless time are gone,

what do we have left?

Indelible

Them women

The first and the last

sisters, lovers, mothers,

faithful lights

Them women

in too dark nights

Them

when everything shudders and crumbles

Them

to the end of the world

Men play with fear,

with the worst, with might, at dying,

with random, at hating or lying to each other, at pleasure.

Men just play

Men weigh each other up, dream

and drink and indulge themselves.

Puny little soldiers,

they taunt each other and then run away.

Men just play.

Weapons and tombs

and the fields of horror1

amidst ashes

and suffering.

Them women

(are there) to nurture and heal,

stroke, smile

and light up the shadows

Them women

and other skies to come2

to give birth rather than destroy

and rebuild everything

rebuild everything

And one of them

is even mine.

Like (she were) undreamt of, my providential one.

She makes my life worth living.

Her

My woman.

1. pun on "champ d'honneur" (field of glory)2. don't really know what he means by that

• Artist:Patrick Fiori
• Album:Choisir (2014)